FF:Interview with the Vampire - Pt 07, Pg51(28/01) - Page 5

Originally posted by: ambul30

Hey Siya hun 🤗, another FF from you. I am wondering what sort of movies you are watching with your Nephew hmmm. And how is he?ohh he is very cute!! the most adorable 5 year old evaa!!! hehe!! and his favourites are transformers and other superhero movies! lolz 😉 😉. Coming to the FF. Great start. So, Milind is a vampire,hehe yeah he is a vampire😃 lolz. That would make him too hot to handle na. Hya haal hoga hamara yaar?i duno only u'l know it the best Pls continue sooooooooooooooon. wil update in a moment hugs hugsHugs

Originally posted by: kuku..

dude if u have any issues with the story line, then simply don't read it instead of accusing sia baselessly! she is as much a michi fan (or more) like most of the members here. this is just fiction and we have had all kind of fanfics in this forum, and all were written because we like/love michi and not because we hate them. so stop upsetting the writers and readers by saying rude things like this.

Originally posted by: -kiran

👏 wow kuku 🤗 kya jhadha hai 😆 😆 kuku plz darling update your ffs 😃



siya starting badi dhansu hai yaar hehe thank u kiran ⭐️ per mera milind vampire wont he look amazing? 😭 siya plz main milind se sirf pyar karna chahti hoon darna ni chahti arre kiran yeh bandha is noting like others ;) badi pyaari hain😭 😭 per kuch bhi hai ff interesting lag raha hai 😃 tu ye crazy ideas kahan se lati hai... chal chod pare abhi tu kuku ya twino ka naam ledegi 😆 😆iss baar yeh sirft meri idea hain...hehe...u wont believe after watching the two movies i was thinking about it while i was sleepng and almost burst out laughing aloud when i thought of writing a michi ff based on the ideas! sweety plz is baar bina makhan aur choclate ke update karde 😃 😃 and thanks jaan for this new and unique ff aww kiran..thank u too🤗

Originally posted by: -kiran

Thanku neelu 🤗 per mujhe lagta hai ye siya pehle hamara khoon piyegi phir update karegi 😡 hamesha late hoti hai ye ladki

Originally posted by: mehanandita

wooooooooooooooooow, siya 👏👏👏
u started a new one, its quite new and unique story line thanks mehaaa n welcome back! how are u dear?
so milind hot vampire and who is the werewolf here lolz no warewolves....only sexy vampires
cant able to wait to read their meeting
continue soon
thnks for starting a new one dear🤗thanks meha for reading and taking time to comments🤗

Part 1

Prachi packed her bags the next morning and drove to the airport. When she stepped in the plan, she all of a sudden started to feel strange. She didn't know what it was but she sensed that the trip she was going to take holds more than she was expecting from it.

She stepped into the airport, a driver was holding up her name board near the private lounge. She walked upto the man and passed greetings but he just stared at her and then without a word, he took her bags from her and wheeled them to the other direction where a private jet was waiting for her. she the neatly polished black jet which was so inviting. She has never really boarded a jet before and this new experience excited her as well as scared her.
"please take a seat for yourself" the man said in his gruff voice which almost startled her. "I will be with the captian, do you need anything during the flight?" he asked and all Prachi could do was stare at him not understanding the why there was so much of coldness in his voice. She shook her head in negative and almost immediately he disappeared into the front door shutting them. the captain called out that they were soon to take off. Prachi sat down in the comfortable leather seat which was so inviting. She knew buckled the seat and took a view outside. It was raining heavily and she as usual prayed the prayer she always recite before she started any trip.

The plane eventually lifted the ground and before she could realize, she was thousand miles above the sea level. She couldn't see anything except for the massive grey clouds and seeing them pass by, she suddenly felt dizzy. Prachi closed her eyes for a moment and before she could realize, she fell into a deep deep sleep.

When Prachi woke up, she wasn't in the comfortable chair. Instead, she was in a huge massive bed. it was more comfortable than she had ever imagined. The quilt was soft as feather. she looked around the alien place. The room was decorated by candles. the walls, were darker than the black night and the bedspread was red. Blood red. She clutched the bedspread as she felt someone come and sit by her. she looked up at him and smiled. smiling in content and relief. his hands moved up to her and gently squeezed her shoulders lightly sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes briefly again opened her eyes. he then brought his hands to cup her face and slowly ever so slowly brought her face close to him. Prachi closed her eyes as she parted her lips giving herself completely. She felt his lips touch her. it was cold.

Prachi jerked up as she felt the plan hit the ground hard. She felt like as if her heart would anytime slam out of her chest. It was then she realized that she has been dreaming. She touched her lips and felt the coldness. She didn't know why but she felt like as if she has kissed for real. She didn't quite remember who she saw in her dreams. All she saw was herself in a huge massive bed and someone kissing her.

While she kept wondering about her dream, the man who escorted her came out from the captains cabin and directed her out. when she stepped out of the jet, the Italian chill hit her and was glad that she brought her warm coat with her. she immediately put it on and followed him to the car which was waiting for them.

She slid behind while the man said something to the driver and he looked at her and slid behind the wheel. And before he started the car prachi asked. "aren't you coming?" she asked as she saw him stand outside the car. the driver and him exchanged glances and then shaking his head in negative and signaled the driver to drive and almost immediately he hit the accelerator. A sudden rush of fear pricked her. it wasn't exactly the way she had expected a big mans' authorities to be. She thought that they will be lot more friendlier but now thinking about it and the way his staffs were behaving, she knew that there was more than just meets the eye.

When Prachi's car was out of his sight, the guy who brought her flipped on his phone and said. "She's here"

As Prachi continued her journey to the Mishra mansion, she watched outside at the unfamiliar landmarks of Florence which she though as if she had known the place long before. it was like as if she had lived there. though it was unfamiliar, there was a rush of dj vu or something that she felt that the place was really familiar to her.

She was to ask but then shut her mouth thinking that it will be stupid of her to ask anything about her illusions to the driver. So she sat silently as she began to think of how her life was going to change afterwards. The past three years had been like a nightmare for her to go through so much of bills and working day and night to free herself from the debts that her father had left. She closed her eyes briefly as her mind drifted to her childhood days where her father would carry her on his shoulders and her mom would be watching them from the porch.

"Prachi" her eyes flew open as she heard someone call her huskily near her ears. His voice was almost too soothing. She glanced around as if she was expecting someone to sit next to her. the voice was so clear and so near. But then of course it cant be possible as it was only she and the driver in the car.

"What?" She asked.

The driver looked at her through the rear-view mirror and said. "sorry?"

"did you call me?"

"No" he said and then focused on the road. Prachi again began to wonder about it and then pushed the thought aside thinking that she was hallucinating too much with excitement. She was too excited that morning that she don't remember that she had even turned off the coffee machine or not.

As the car approached into the massive land, she looked around and realized that she was now approaching her temporary home. the Palazzo Palace. It was where the Mishra family has been living for almost six generations. It was said that they were the first Indians who had come there and began a life and the family tradition has lived on with each family giving birth to a son which carried on the Indian blood from one generation to the other. there was no real news about them. always their news were carried on with rumors. People have never seen the famous Mishras except for very very few occasions. And lately she came to hear that there was no Mishras as everyone was dead except for one. Milind Mishra. A sudden shrill ran down her spine at the thought. her collegues has already guessed that Milind Mishra has killed his entire family so that he could have whole Mishra empire for himself. She has brushed them off saying that they were just rumors and they didn't have real proof of anything yet.

When the Palace came to view all she could say was. 'Oh my god!' she didn't expected it. she thought she would see a very beautiful Palace but there what she was seeing now was beyond her dreams. She felt like as if she had been stepped into early 1800s. the house was so old. Old and depressing. It sat all alone at the top of the hill surrounded by massive over grown bushes and huge oaks trees. It was almost hidden amidst a small jungle. As the car drew closer, she regretted for her thoughts.

The place was actually a beauty with high marble steps and beautifully decorated lace-like balconies. The pillars supported the delicate arches or marbles. "wow" she whispered wide eyed. The car halted near the gates and she stepped out. a sudden gush of wind blew as if welcoming her presence. she smiled heartwarmingly and then inhaled in the freshness of the nature. The palace was in a remote area and there was hardly any other living soul. The driver took her luggage and took them to the front door, she followed him. he rang the door bell and kept the bags near her and hurriedly walked away. Prachi watched him puzzled and then was about to call him when the door opened and a short-sturdy looking man wearing dark trousers and an open-necked shirt appeared. He smiled at her warmly and then greeted her in his Italian English.

"Ciao Signorina Shah, I am Roberto Master Mishra's butler" he fetched her bag and then said. "please do come in"

"namaste" Prachi greeted him in the traditional Indian way and the man was much surprised and happy with her kind and unique gesture.

"come, I will take you to your room along with a short tour around your home"

"home?" Prachi asked puzzled looking around.
"yes home" he narrowed his eyes and then added. "we make sure that our guests feels them as if they are in their home"

"oh" Prachi murmured still not satisfied with the way he had given his explanation. She followed down the main door which was almost dark and the only source was light was the faint ray of sunshine that was coming through the high windows which was closed up with heavy drapes. The narrow pathway from the hall led her to an area where on one side a stone staircase climbed to the next storey and on the other several passageways branched off.

Prachi wondered where all led and it was like as if someone read her mind when she heard someone say behind her. "don't you remember? it leads to the south entrance and down there is the main hall" Startled, Prachi turned around and saw a man standing in the dark. She couldn't make out his features and stepped forward a bit but then was cut off by the butlers voice. "aren't you coming?" Prachi turned around to the butler and then turn again to the shadow in the dark but he was gone. With a blink of on eye, he was gone. She went near where she saw the shadow and blindly began to reach out but only to touch the significant marble walls of the palace. 'how can that be possible' she thought for herself. 'i saw a man right here and now, he is gone'

"what are you doing?"

"there was someone here" Prachi glanced at him with panic. Roberto's first expression was to glare at her nervously and then almost immediately changed. "there is no one in here for the moment Signorita, just me and you, come along now"

"I swear there was someone here"

"you are tired dear, let me take you to your room" he said firmly and then Prachi rubbed her forehead as it began to ache all of a sudden.

"I think I am" she said which led Roberto to give her a I-told-you-so look. He led her up through the rose-pattered carpet on the way across the room where a door opened into a spacious attractive sitting room with a thick pile carpet, comfortable armchairs and polished writing desk. She figured that it was their masters' study as the shelves had an attractive collection of books and a cozy fire place as well where to the opposite were large French windows screened by handing vines which gave on to the flagged courtyard. She had the urge to hoot but restrained so. And thought of clicking photographs during the interview.

Through the archway was an en suite bedroom dominated by a handsome four-poster with a dark red canopy. The place was lit up with candles. she walked towards the bed and pressed on to the mattress. She didn't know why she did so but to her horror it was quilt. Soft like what she had laid in her dreams. The place looked far too familiar to her. the candles, the sheets. All were like as if it had just came out from her dreams.

Glancing around, she saw Roberto keeping her luggage on a rack and then when he turned to leave she asked. "Its funny how I think Its like that I have been here before"

Roberto stared at her for a moment and then said. "Master will be expecting you in dinner, please rest till then, I'll come and escort you"

"thanks" Prachi muttered and when Roberto was to leave, she again called him. "why is there no mirrors around here?"Roberto stopped at the doorway and without even looking at her he replied. "master doesn't like to see his reflections" and with that, he shut the huge wooden door and left her wondering why Milind Mishra didn't like mirrors.

she opened the washroom door and to her surprise there was a lengthy mirror which was enough for her to see her reflection on. She didn't need any mirror just to see herself, she wanted a mirror so that she could practice herself. She have always done self practicing whenever she was to go and do an interview. Interviewing always frightened her and this time, she didn't know it was scaring her far too much. she was scared thinking what if she fail to impress the great Milind Mishra. Squeezing her eyes shut, she opened her bag and pulled out her loose t-shirt and pants which she usually wear to go to bed as she found them more comfortable than in a nightdress. She wore the dress and settled herself of the bed and glanced at the watch. It was almost three and there was still time for dinner. Her stomach growled badly as she only had a toast for her breakfast. She wished she had asked for lunch during the flight but then again was disturbed by the odd behavior of her escortee.

Her eyes unconsciously rested on the far end of the room where there was a comfortable couch and facing it was a coffee table which was decorated with elegant pairs of candles. she began to smile as she saw the a tray covered with starch linen cloth. She got up from her bed and walked across her room and sat down on the couch and reveled out the most mouth watering snacks she had ever had her eyes on. She wondered if it was as tasty as it looked.

As she bit the pastries, she knew that she was never going to taste as tasty food ever. After finishing her luxurious snack, she glanced up at the clock. It was still four and dinner time was still far away. she didn't want the trip to end so fast as she wanted to explore more of the palace. She wondered if Milind Mishra would want her to stay for few days more as she was totally in love with the place. The room was exquisite and she was craving to see more of the palace with every passing minute. Her head began to swim all of a sudden and realizing that she was jet lagged, she went to lay down on the bed to get some sleep before dinner.

Prachi could never sleep anywhere apart from her own bed and home. she was too use to it that a single change of surrounding makes her difficult to adjust so quickly. But when she hit the soft pillow, she immediately fell asleep.

Prachi didn't know what happened next. She was all of a sudden running. And she wasn't wearing her usual clothes, it was more like an old dress of the late 1800s with huge skirt and low cut neck with long sleeves. Prachi didn't know why she was running but she knew that she was happy. She was happily running away from someone as if playing tag. She wasn't in her home town or anywhere else. Rather she was in a place surrounded by huge trees. She edged from one tree to another as she heard her own laughter echo around. the vision was a blur but she knew that it was her and there was someone else too. someone else was following her and she was trying to get away from him. she then saw herself hiding behind a tree peeking out to see if the person who was following her was gone but then all of a sudden a hand surrounded her waist startling her. she squealed as his hold got tighter around and then he was holding her back on the bark of the tree trapping her between the tree and his body. She could feel his cold breath raging against her nape as she closed her eyes as the sudden rush of sensation swept over her. she stopped fighting back and then draped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. his cold lips has moved up from her nape to ear and stopped to whisper. "don't forget me" she heard him say. The same husky voice she had heard before. it was so clear like before. she saw herself smile with her eyes close and then reply back to him. "I'll never forget you" she didn't know to whom she said that so. And her ears pricked as she heard the name utter from her own mouth after wards. "Milind"

Prachi jolted up on the bed all of a sudden with her heart racing to nonetheless. Clutching her head, she tried to make sense on what she meant by it all. She has just dreamt about Milind Mishra. She haven't even met him not know how he looks like. Yet here she was dreaming about him and telling him that she will never forget him? its impossible. She looked around the room and got up. the room looks so familiar and she has no idea why. its like that she has lived there before. she touched the walls of the room and turned to look at the crumpled bed she has slept once again. she again felt a sort of dj vu. 'why is it all familiar?' she thought. she was lost in her own thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door and found Roberto standing there with another maid servent.

"good evening madam, dinner will be served in an hour, please do get ready by then" he said and motioned the maid to hand over a dress to her.

"I'm sorry but I already have a dress for the evening"

"its out masters orders, please wear them and come downstairs" he said and she reluctantly took the dress from her. she touched the silky fabric and then was about to close the door when she remembered. "excuse me Roberto, but can I see Mr. Mishra before dinner?"

Roberto stiffened at the mention and then glanced at the maid next to her. both exchanged glances and then Roberto tuned to her. "I'm sorry signorita, but master wont see anyone before dinner'"

"Please, its important" Prachi begged. Roberto looked at her and then replied.

"I'll ask and send Maria to escort you there" he said and then the maid, Maria bobbed a small curtsey to her and followed Roberto down the hall.

Prachi watched shocked as the maid has just curtsey her. she thought that curtseying was for masters in the house. But then again, she was a guest. So maybe it was the reason. Brushing off the thoughts, she went inside the marvelous bathroom to freshen up and change.

After taking a shower she came out wearing the silky robe and eyed the white colored dress on the red satin sheeted bed. she felt like that it was a small piece of ice-cube kept on the bed. walking near the bed side, she looked at it from up and down. it was a simple v-neck-lined chiffon dress with single white silver straps. She almost felt naked. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw her willowy in the dress. She suddenly felt elegant. She wondered why he wanted her to wear the dress. The place was dead as if he was the only person living in the entire castle along with his other servants. She let her hair flow freely across her shoulders hiding most of her bare back. looking at herself once more, she glanced up at the grandfather clock behind her.

it was almost time and she was a nervous wreck! She has not even done her usual rehearsing she used to do before she interviewed anyone. Hell she didn't even interview anyone of such high personality. All she took was a few interviews of local people. But this time, its different and she doesn't know how she was going to speak to him. she didn't know what he liked or what he don't like. How can she simply take an interview just like that?! what if she ask something and he gets angry? It will totally blow off her career as well as her assignment. No it cant happen. She have to make sure that it doesn't happen. She will ask questions very carefully. She took a deep breath and grabbed her notepad and scribbled down some questions and while she was engrossed in them, she heard a knock on her door.

She walked across the room and opened the door to fine the maid, Maria standing in her blue uniform. She curtsey to Prachi and said. "Roberto sent me, he said master Mishra will see you in his study room shortly before dinner"

"oh great, lets go" Prachi beamed and taking her notepad and pencil, she turned to go out from her door. Maria was about to curtsey again when Prachi held her by her shoulders stopping her. "don't do that"

She looked at Prachi confused and Prachi just smiled. "i don't believe in all these"

"but master will be angry if'"

"don't worry, I'll tell him, friends?" Prachi smiled and extended her hands. Maria looked at Prachis' extended hand for a moment and then her eyes began to moisten.

"what's wrong?" Prachi asked concerned. "did I say something wrong?"

"No no" Maria shook her head vigorously and then took her handkerchief and dabbed the corner of her eye. Then taking prachis' hand and shook it lightly before saying. "you are still the same" and before Prachi could ask anything, they heard Roberto call out from the hallway.

"lets go madam" Maria has directed her and Prachi confused, followed her. as she crossed the hallway. She felt a sudden rush of excitement run down her spine. She was led into a room to which Roberto stood near the wooden doorway. When he saw her, he bent his head slowly to her and pushed open the door for her to enter. The study was quite luxurious. More beautiful than she has caught a glimpse of earlier. It was decorated with beautiful antique furniture, an oriental carpet, two soft natural leather couches, a designer blind at the window and a small semicircular bar in one corner. Pictures, each worth a small fortune lined the walls and fresh flowers scented the air. As she walked in, she saw a tall broad shouldered man standing nearby the small fireplace facing his back to her. she could make out that he was quite well built. His hands were thrust deep in his pockets and his black suit fitted his lean body like as if the fabric was made just for him.

Here he was Prachi thought nervously. The person who has the power of changing my life. Taking a deep breath she said. "Good evening sir" she knew that her voice sounded squeaky and hoped that she could pull off well.

He turned around. very slowly and very steadily. Prachi held her breath as he slowly turned to her and was now fully facing to her. when she saw him, she felt like as if she has been splashed cold water over her face. he was nothing like she expected. She expected a middle aged, half bald man. But here, it's the total opposite. He is handsome. Too handsome. His rugged features. His curly locks which was slick back, his chiseled jaw with an unexpected dimple in it which was almost invisible because of his neatly trimmed beard. Prachi stared at him in shock. It wasn't his rugged features that was attracting, it was his eyes. the deep charcoal eyes. the intensity in them. Prachi felt like as if she was being pulled towards him with those intensive eyes.

"Hello Milind Mishra" his husky voice broke her thoughts off. She stared at his extended hands and then back at him. she knew that she had heard that voice before. but she wasn't quite sure where.

"is there a problem?" Milind asked seeing that she was staring at him for long. Prachi looked at him quizzically trying to remember from exactly where she saw and heard him. he looked awfully familiar to her. also his voice. It was like that she have heard it for so long.

"I'm sorry but have we met before?" the words were out before she could stop it. Milind has retreated his hands and thrust them in his pockets and smiled. "do you think so?" he asked grinning broadly. it was a wicked grin. The way his lips curved into a smile made her stomach make a quick flip flop.

"you wanted to see me before dinner?" Prachi heard him ask her which seemed like coming from miles away. she was too immersed into those intensive eyes that she didn't seem to hear out what he was mouthing. She blinked trying to make out and found herself standing just a step away from him. she looked around and saw that it wasn't him who have come to her but it was she who had went to him. he was very well standing right where he was near the fireplace and she had no idea how her feet has moved and took her to him. startled, she took two steps backwards and muttered a quick sorry. Feeling embarrassed as she was, she couldn't even look at him. she wondered what he must be thinking. He might think that she was advancing him. "if you want to ask me anything, shall we continue it over dinner?" Milind asked politely and prachi stood her eyes fixed on the floor unable to look up at him. she nodded silently and she knew that he must be smiling at her now. she felt so stupid. She stood until he walked pass her and when he did, a sudden aura of power swept by. She didn't know what it was, but there was a sort of under current that made her feel that there was much much more than meets the eye. She looked at his back as he went out of the study room.

sorry for the boring part...but wil try to make it interesting in the next part...please do comment or hit the 'LIKE' button if you like the update😊

Originally posted by: azam12neelab

r u updating now siya???😳😃🤗

Originally posted by: -kiran

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